Dyanna: Never let anyone try to convince you that fashion isn't a narcotic.
The euphoria. The adrenaline rush. The constant craving for a new fix. Nothing in this world compares to the rush I get from playing dress-up. Especially when I get the chance to style others.
I was at my friend Catie's apartment this weekend, when I got to peek inside her considerable wardrobe. Her walk-in is virtually packed to the ceiling with labels from all of the most sought after design houses--Chanel, Burberry, Louboutin, Miu Miu, Ferragamo, you name it. If a collection is worth its weight in runway swagger, you can bet she owns a piece.
Catie was kind enough to indulge my greed for a fashion fix, by allowing me to put together this ensemble for her to wear. It's admittedly a little outside her comfort zone--and definitely not how she would have styled the look herself--but we junkies like to live life on the edge.
